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plus  grand  soin,  compte  tenu  de  la  condition  et 
de  la  nettet6  de  I'exemplaire  film6,  et  en 
conformity  avec  les  conditions  du  contrat  de 
filmage. 


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beginning  with  the  front  cover  and  ending  on 
the  last  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, or  the  back  cover  when  appropriate.  All 
other  original  copies  are  filmed  beginning  on  the 
first  page  with  a  printed  or  illustrated  impres- 
sion, and  ending  on  the  last  page  with  a  printed 
or  illustrated  impression. 


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papier  est  imprimie  sont  film^s  en  commenqant 
par  le  premier  plat  et  en  terminant  soit  par  la 
dernidre  page  qui  comporte  une  empreinte 
d'impression  ou  d'illustration,  soit  par  le  second 
plat,  selon  le  cas.  Tous  les  autres  exemplaires 
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premidre  page  qui  comporte  une  empreinte 
d'impression  ou  d'illustration  et  en  terminant  par 
la  dernidre  page  qui  comporte  une  telle 
empreinte. 


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shall  contain  the  symbol  — ^»>  (meaning  "CON- 
TINUED"), or  the  symbol  V  (meaning  "END  "). 
whichever  applies. 


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right  and  top  to  bottom,  as  many  frames  as 
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et  de  haut  en  bas,  en  prenant  le  nombre 
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BY 


STRATTON  MOIR. 


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CHICAGO. 

SCROLL  PUBLISHING  COMIWNY, 
1900 


Copyrighted,  1900, 
By  Stratton  Moib. 

P536JS 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


, 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


A  I'OEM  OF  INDIAN  LIIK. 


BY  a  rapid  flowing  river 
In-cow -raas-ket  built  liis  dwellin 
Called  it  by  the  name  Chu-clm-e 
There  his  kinsmen  dwelt  beside  him, 
In  their  circular  mat  houses, 
Made  from  bark  of  fragrant  cedar. 
With  him  dwelt  his  aged  grandsire. 
Now  sightless,  helpless  and  infirm; 
But  his  mental  eyes  were  opened, 
Things  he  saw  which  others  see  not, — 
And  men  loved  him  for  his  wisdom. 
In  the  lodge  of  In-cow-mas-ket 
Lived  his  first  wife  Sem-min-at-coe; 
She  was  plain  in  face  and  figure. 
She  had  borne  him  many  children. 
And  she  was  now  no  longer  young; 
In-cow-mas-ket's  aged  grandsire 
Tenderly  she  loved  and  cherished, 
"When  the  men  had  gone  a  hunting, — 
When  the  young  men  left  the  village. 
Then  she  would  lay  him  in  the  sun, 
(ma  pile  of  soft  warm  bearskins. 
!>he  would  sit  and  work  beside  liira. 
While  he  told  her  wondrous  stories 
Of  the  men  and  of  the  creatures 
That  .'ived  in  days  long  past  and  gone; 
Stories  told  him  by  his  father. 
Old  even  then,  when  he  was  young; 


■waa; 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

How  the  rapid  flowing  river 

Once  but  a  tiny  brook  had  been; 

How  the  earth  once  shook  and  trembled 

When  the  Fa%er  in  stern  anger 

Reft  the  solid  rock  in  twain , — then 

The  deep  lake  pent  in  the  mountains, 

Down — downward  dashed  to  join  the  stream, 

Tore  its  way  on  through  the  ralley 

And  formed  the  great  Similk-ameen . 

Madly  dashing,  like  a  wild  horse, 

That  hath  broke  its  curbing  rein,  it 

Rushes  swiftly,  tearing  downward. 

Swells  Columbia,  joins  the  main. 


Hovr  one  time  upon  the  mountain, 
"Where  he  had  gone  to  hunt  the  deer, 
He  had  lost  his  band  of  horses. 
Amidst  the  mountain's  summer  snow. 
For  though  warm  and  bright  the  weather. 
Without  a  warning  rose  a  storm. 
Suddenly  across  the  mountains 
There  swept  a  gust  of  freezing  wind , 
Driving  lead-grey  clouds  before  it; 
Then  suddenly  the  snow  came  down 
Burying  the  men  and  horses; 
Vainly  did  he  try  to  save  them . 
He  tried  himself  to  break  a  road, 
With  his  snow-shoes  went  before  them. 
Sinking — still  sinking  deeply  down; 
Ever  wallowing  before  them , 
Weaken 'd,  starving,  stumbling  after. 
On  came  his  poor  dejected  band, 
Ever  getting  weaker,  fewer — 
Until  at  last  but  one  remained; 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

He,  a  sturdy  dark  gray  stallion. 
The  grandsire  sang  of  Chippaco: 

"Once  upon  the  Mount  Chippaco 

There  lived  a  monster  grim  and  dread, 
Awful  as  that  dreadful  mountain 

When  thunder  clouds  enveil  its  head  . 
Awful  was  his  devilish  laughter 

And  fierce  and  scornful  was  his  ire, 
When  he  found  men  on  his  mountain 

Where  he  hides  'midst  clouds  and  fire. 
Women  had  he  taken  captive 

And  kept  them  on  that  mountain  lone; 
Men  he  mocked  with  fiendish  laughter 

Who  sought  to  take  the  women  home." 

Sem-miu-at-coe  smiling  listened 
To  all  the  wondrous  tales  he  told. 


In  the  lodge  of  In-cow-mas-ket 
Lived  his  young  wife  little  Ch'n-chin. 
She  was  famous  for  her  beauty. 
For  her  lithe  and  slender  figure, 
And  for  lier  large  and  lustrous  eyes. 
In-cow-mas-ket  gave  her  father 
Many  horses,  many  kine,  all 
For  this  beauteous  dark-eyed  maiden; 
But  she  loveu  not  In-cow-mas-kev,, 
She  cherished  not  his  old  grandsire. 
Thought  of  nothing  but  her  beauty. 
Cared  for  nothing  but  her  pleasure. 
Mounted  on  her  fiery  broncho 
See,  see  her  dashing  o'er  the  hills. 


IN-C0W-MA8-KET. 

Driving  in  her  herds  of  cattle, 
And  laughing — jesting  with  the  boys. 
Snatching  at  a  long  'reata, 
She  swings  it  lightly  o'er  her  head, 
Lassoes,  catches,  overthrows  one, 
Laughing  she  gives  her  horse  his  head; 
Shouts  as  on  he  swiftly  gallops, 
She  makes  him  yet  more  madly  run; 
What  cares  she  for  Sem-min-at-coe, 
Now  toiling,  working  hard  at  home? 
What  cares  she  if  Sem-min-at-coe 
Does  the  work  she  has  left  undone? 
Sem-min-at-coe  tans  the  buckskins. 
Gets  the  wood  and  gets  the  water. 
Dries  the  berries,  smokes  the  venison; 
She,  too,  prepares  the  daily  food. 
Little  Chin-chin  braids  her  tresses, 
Bedecks  herself  in  gay  attire, 
Smokes  her  dainty  cigarettos, 
And  lounges  idle  in  the  sun; 
In-cow-mas-ket  dares  remonstrate, 
Then  little  Chin-chin  pouts  and  frowns. 

When  the  winter  snows  were  melting 
From  the  forest  and  the  mountain, 
From  the  hills  and  from  the  valley. 
And  when  the  streams  began  to  rise, 
In-cow-mas-ket  hunted  beaver; 
Set  his  traps  in  swampy  meadows, 
He  set  them  by  the  beaver  dams, 
Stretched  their  skins  on  bended  willows. 
Kept  their  tails  for  little  Chin-chin. 
When  the  winter  snow  was  melted 
By  the  south  wind's  balmy  breath,  then 


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IN-CO\V-MAS-KET. 

In-cow-mas-ket  hunted  grizzly- 
Just  waking  from  their  winter  sleep; 
Near  their  dwelling  place  he  found  them 
Close  to  ^he  mountain's  rocky  caves. 
In-cow-mas-ket  slew  the  grizzly; 
He  took  the  meat,  he  took  the  skin, 
Saved  the  paws  for  dainty  Chin-chin. 
In-cow-mas-ket  hunted  red  deer 
In  the  mountains,  in  the  valleys; 
Chin-chin  gaily  rode  beside  him. 
With  his  long  musket  on  her  knee, 
Cheer'd  him  with  her  lively  prattle. 
In  a  hollow  of  the  mountain, 
Where  feeding,  sheltered  from  the  sun. 
They  would  find  large  herds  of  red  deer. 
Pretty  Chin-chin  held  the  horses 
While  In-cow-mas-ket  shot  the  deer. 
When  at  eve  returning  homewird^ 
With  their  weary  horses  laden, 
They  were  met  by  young  Pen-que-nac, 
Good  Sem-min-at-coe's  darling  child. 
Young  Pin-que-nac  on  her  pinto, 
With  her  fierce  wolf  hound  by  her  side, 
Safe  was  she  in  the  protection 
Of  her  great  noble  guardian  hound. 
In-cow-mas-ket  loved  the  maiden 
Dearer  than  all  the  world  beside, 
Even  more  than  pretty  Chin  chin; 
Like  her  mother  Sem-min-at-coe 
She  was  gentle,  she  was  kind;  thus 
All  who  knew  her  ever  loved  her 
For  her  goodness  and  her  beauty. 
Fair,  fair  was  In-cow-mas-ket's  child, 
And  her  lovely  flowing  tresses 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Fell  about  her  like  a  garment, 

And  her  dark  eyes  beamed  with  beauty. 

In  the  long,  long  days  of  summer. 
When  the  warm  rays  of  the  sun  had 
Ripened  the  mountain  berries. 
And  the  trout  forsook  the  river 
To  ascend  the  tribute  streams,  then 
In-cow-mas-ket  left  the  valley 
And  encamped  upon  the  mountain; 
Coming  from  the  narrow  valley 
See,  see  the  motley  cavalcade. 
In  a  cloud  of  dust  enshrouded 
Comes  a  herd  of  bellowing  kine; 
Calves  are  bleating  for  their  mothers. 
And  cows  are  lowing  for  their  young, 
Through  the  dust  and  bleating  tumult 
Loud  the  drivers'  whips  are  cracking! 
Now  a  band  of  driven  horses, 
Quickly  pass  along  the  road;  then 
After  them  rides  Sem-min-at-coe, 
Close  carrying  her  youngest  child. 
And  beside  her  young  Hosaohtem 
Upon  a  broncho  fresh  and  wild . 
Gaily  young  Hosachtem  chatters; 
He  spurs  his  horse,  then  holds  him  in. 
Makes  him  buck  to  fright  his  mother. 
Kind  Penque-nac  on  her  pinto, 
Holds  fast  the  grandsire's  guiding  rein; 
Bounds  her  faithful  hound  beside  her. 
Spurring  on  comes  In-cow-mas-ket 
AVith  pretty  Chin-chin  by  his  side. 
Thus  they  all  pass  from  the  valley. 

Happy  now  the  summer  passeth 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

In  gathering  berries,  drying  fish. 
Sem-min-at-coe,  never  idle, 
Now  gathers  in  the  winter  food ; 
Kind  Pen-que-nac  helps  her  mother 
In  all  her  pleasant  daily  toil. 

Happy  now  is  young  Hosachtem 

Close  watching  by  a  mountain  tarn. 

Hid  behind  a  clump  of  willows. 

How  his  dark  eyes  brightly  sparkle, 

As  the  wild  ducks  skim  the  water 

And  whirling  settle  lightly  down. 

See  him  crawling  neai-er,  nearer, 

While  the  wild  ducks  unconscious  feed; 

See  one  rising  in  the  water. 

Flaps  about  its  dripping  wings.     See 

Young  Hosachtem  lifts  his  musket. 

And  loudly  now  the  mountains  ring 

With  a  hundred  thousand  echoes. 

As  every  rock  flings  back  the  sound. 

Ha!  a  teal  falls  in  the  water! 

See — all  the  flock  are  on  the  wing! 

Hark!  again  the  mountains  echo 

Thus  the  summer  day  he  passeth. 

Autumn  vying  with  the  summer 

B?/"  oks  the  mountains  and  the  hills 

With  bright  tints  of  many  colors, 

Crimson  sumac,  golden  maple, 

Mock  summer  sunset's  brightest  hues. 

Autumn  mists  begin  to  gather 

From  out  the  marshy  mountain  fens. 

Where  the  dams  made  by  the  beaver 

Block  the  cold  snow-born  mountain  stream. 

From  the  noxious  exhalations 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Of  the  foul  marshy  mountain  fen, 
All  unseen  there  rose  a  spirit, 
That  slowly  draws  the  life  from  men, 
While  unconsciously  they  sleep.     This 
Spirit  foul  and  awful  fasten 'd 
Upon  young  Hosachtem,  and  preyed 
Upon  his  life  unseen.     Larger, 
Brighter  grew  his  dark  eyes,  glowing 
With  consuming  fires,  kindled  by 
That  baneful  spirit;  and  redder, 
Brighter  flushed  his  young  cheek  with  the 
Hectic  hue  of  fever;  ever 
Happy,  ever  heedless,  the  young 
Hosachtem  hardly  knew  that  there 
Was  anything  the  matter;  but  he 
Daily  thinner  grew.     Ah!  little 
Dreamed  he  the  dread  foul  one,  preying 
On  his  vitals  hung;  he  only 
Said,  "I  am  aweary,"  and  to 
His  kindly  mother  closely  clung. 
Sem-min-at-coe,  ever  watchful. 
Too  soon  observed  the  coming  change; 
Gather'd  herbs  and  made  him  medicine: 
But  the  foul  one  still  remained.     Then 
Thinner,  weaker  grew  Hosachtem, 
And  he  wearied  of  the  mountains. 
And  much  he  longed  to  be  at  home; 
Longed  ,once  more  to  see  the  valley 
And  the  rapid  flowing  river, 
Fast  rolling  past  his  native  home. 

In-cow-mas-ket  kindly  yielded 
To  the  wishes  of  his  child.     Then 
Once  more  they  descend  the  mountain. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Down  the  rough  narrow  trail  they  ride, 
Slowly  now  they  journey  homeward. 
Hosach tern's  flick'ring  spirits  rise; 
His  sad  eyes  begin  to  sparkle 
As  he  sees  up  in  the  skies,  far, 
Far  above,  an  eagle  soaring, 
With  a  mannot  in  its  talons. 
"Father,  shoot  me  down  that  eagle," 
Low  laughing  gaily  now  he  cries; 
"I  would  deck  my  head  with  feathers." 
In-cow-mas-ket  shot  the  eagle. 
The  young  Hosachtem  gaily  decked 
His  dark  hair  with  downy  feathers 
Torn  from  out  the  scarce  dead  eagle; 
And  he  seemed  so  bright  and  joyous 
That  Sem-min-at-coe  scarcely  knew 
Whether  he  were  worse  or  better. 
All  too  soon  his  brightness  faded, 
And  weary  grew  he  all  too  soon . 
"Father,  camp  at  Looloo-hooloo; 
Oh  mother,  surely  it  is  noon!" 
They  encamped  at  Looloo-hooloo, 
Where  the  red  earth  with  hollow  groan 
Echoes  back  each  sounding  footstep. 
Just  like  a  prisoned  spirit's  moan. 
Grieved  at  heart  was  Sem-min-at-coe 
Whene'er  she  looked  upon  her  child. 
Fading  like  a  summer  blossom 
In  the  chilly  blast  of  autumn. 
In-cow-mas-ket's  aged  grandsire 
Ever  thoughtful,  ever  wise,  knew 
Her  kind  heart  was  sorely  troubled; 
He  read  it  in  her  mournful  voice; 
And  he  spake  to  In-cow-mas-ket, 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


Half  in  sorrow,  half  in  anger, 
"Wherefore  are  thine  eyes  so  blinded, 
That  thou  seest  not  thy  boy  is 
Wasting  as  the  snow  in  summer 
Melts  fast  before  the  burning  sun, 
When  the  noontide  rays  refulgent 
Shine  strong  upon  the  mountain  peaks? 
Bid  thy  young  men  bring  a  doctor; 
Now  bid  thy  young  men  ride  and  bring 
A  doctor  from  Columbia. 
Bid  them  promise  all  he  asketh. 
If  he  hasteth  back  in  time  to 
Drive  away  the  awesome  spirit 
That  consumeth  young  Hosachteml" 

When  the  old  man  thus  reproved  him 

In-cow-mas-ket  bow'd  low  his  head, 

Leaning  silent  on  his  musket, 

Listened  sadly  to  his  grandsire. 

When  the  old  man  finished  speaking 

Then  In-cow-mas-ket  turned  him  round . 

•'Mount  ye,  Toupes,  and  mount  ye.  Why  lac, 

Ride  ye  quickly  if  ye  love  me; 

Oh,  draw  not  bridle,  spare  not  steed! 

Haste  ye,  Toupes,  and  haste  ye.  Why  lac. 

For  young  Hosachtem's  sore  in  need 

Of  the  mighty  wise  old  doctor. 

Bid  him  come  and  chase  the  spirit 

So  foul  and  awful  that  doth  cling. 

Drawing  life  from  young  Hosachtem. 

I  will  give  him  all  he  asketh — 

Give  skins  and  blankets,  horses,  kine, 

If  he  rescueth  Hosachtem, 

If  he  but  rideth  back  in  time. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Haste  ye,  Toupes,  and  haste  ye,  Why  lac' 
In-cow-mas-ket  finished  spealiing. 
Then  Toupes  and  Whylac  quickly  bound 
Into  their  high  peaked  saddles. 
And  loud  their  steel  spurs  jingling  ring 
As  they  onward  urged  their  horses . 

Thickly  now  through  all  the  valley 
Fast  fall  the  faded  autumn  leaves, 
Glinting  yellow  in  the  sunshine, 
Then  whirling  on  the  autumn  breeze; 
And,  sure  sign  of  coming  winter, 
High,  high  up  in  the  leaden  sky. 
Throng  the  flocks  of  parting  wild  geese 
Uttering  their  discordant  cry. 
Massing  in  a  long  triangle. 
Sinuous,  through  the  sky  they  glide; 
Following  their  eager  leader. 
See  how  their  serried  ranks  divide; 
On  in  single  file  they  flutter. 
And  from  all  their  wavering  ranks 
Comes  a  ceaseless  endless  clatter. 
As  fast  they  journey  to  the  south. 

While  encamped  at  Looloo-hooloo 
Young  Hosachtem  seemed  to  rally. 
"Father,  take  me  to  Chuchuewaa, 
Oh,  take  me  while  I  yet  can  ride." 
Once  again  they  journey  homeward. 
Sad,  with  the  slowly  dying  boy 
Mounted  on  Pin-que-nac's  pinto; 
Mounted  on  before  his  mother 
He  rested  in  her  loving  arms, 
With  his  head  upon  her  bosom . 
Thus  they  journey  to  Chuchuewaa. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

When  they  neared  the  little  village 
All  his  dear  playmates  trooping  came 
To  meet  their  much  loved  little  friend; 
Then  his  sad  face  lights  with  pleasure, 
Quickly  he  claps  his  poor  thin  hands. 
"Oh,  my  mother,  see  them — see  them, 
With  their  bows  and  with  their  arrows. 
Oh,  mother,  mother,  how  I  long 
To  join  them  in  their  merry  play, 
In  their  mimic  games  of  hunting." 

Sadly  did  Hosachtem  's  parents 
Wait  the  coming  of  the  doctor. 
They  watched  and  waited  night  and  day. 
Ever  hoping  for  his  coming, 
And  for  their  messenger's  return. 
Every  night  did  kind  Penquenac 
Watch  beside  her  brother's  bed;  she 
Wiped  the  great  drops  from  his  forehead 
Shook  his  pillow,  propped  his  poor  head. 
Harkl  a  sound  of  horse  hoofs  ringing 
On  the  damp,  chilly,  midnight  air! 
Hark!  a  shout,  'tis  Toupes  and  Whj'lac 
Fast  returning  with  the  doctor. 
Quickly  bring  the  pitch  pine  torches! 
See — see  from  out  the  awesome  gloom, 
Of  the  dark  and  starless  midnight. 
Spurring  on  their  jaded  horses. 
Comes  a  group  of  weary  horsemen. 

Welcome!  welcome!  wise  old  doctor. 
Now  thou  hast  come  a  weary  road. 
Welcome!  welcome!  Toupes  and  Why  lac. 
Enter,  enter  and  refresh  ye; 
Enter  ye  now  and  take  repose. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Much  tbou  need'st  thy  strength,  old  doctor, 
Hard  and  fiercely  must  thou  struggle 
With  the  foul  spirit  that  doth  cling. 
Drawing  life  from  young  Hosachtem. 

Potent  was  the  wise  old  doctor, 
And  he  labored  hard  and  long  to 
Drive  the  foul  one  from  Hosachtem; 
But  the  foul  one  was  too  strong,  he 
Threw  the  doctor  when  they  wrestled. 
He  threw  him  far  and  threw  him  hard. 
And  he  nearly  slew  the  doctor 
With  his  foul  fiery  baneful  breath. 
Vainly  did  the  doctor  charm  him 
With  powerful  herbs  and  potent  spells; 
Naught  would  make  him  leave  Hosachtem. 
See  the  wise,  the  strong  old  doctor. 
Lying  on  a  couch  of  pine  brush. 
Fainting,  weary  and  exhausted. 
Then  he  cried  to  In-cow-mas-ket, 
"Thou  canst  keep  thy  skins  and  blankets, 
Keep  thou  thy  horses — keep  thy  kine; 
I  am  strong  to  fight  with  spirits 
I  am  subtile,  I  am  wise;  but 
Now  my  wisdom  is  as  folly. 
For  now  in  naught  can  I  prevail 
'Gainst  the  foul  and  evil  spirit 
That  doth  cling  to  young  Hosachtem." 

In-cow-mas-ket  loved  Hosachtem; 
His  heart  grew  sick  and  cold  when  he 
Heard  the  words  of  the  old  doctor, 
And  he  called  to  Toupes  and  Why  lac, 
"Haste  and  ride  ye  to  the  mountains, 
From  the  far  mountains  haste  and  bring 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

My  near  kinsmen  Cos-o-tasket, 
Who  is  strong  to  fight  wiih  spirits." 

Quick  they  hie  thera  to  the  mountains 
On  their  swiftly  bounding  steeds;  whence 
They  bring  back  Coa-o-tasket,  near 
Kinsman  to  their  chief,  Cos-o-tasket, 
Who  is  strong  to  fight  with  spirits; 
Cos-o-tasket  great  and  powerful; 
Cos-o-taskot,  wise  though  young,  full 
Of  strange,  weird,  unearthly  knowledge. 
Glowing  eyes  had  Cos-o-tasket, 
Full  of  strength  and  full  of  power; 
Thin  and  spare  was  Cos-o-tasket, 
Lithe  and  limber  his  slight  frame.     His 
Nights  were  spent  in  eerie  vigils 
In  the  dark  lonely  mountain  caves; 
Well  knew  he  the  powers  of  nature. 
He  knew  them  in  their  own  abodes; 
Well  knew  he  the  viewless  spirits 
That  throng  the  mountains'  misty  peaks; 
And  well  knew  he  the  flitting  ghosts 
That  at  still  midnight  leave  their  graves; 
Yet  his  heart  was  stout  and  fearless 
And  he  spake  to  In-cow-mas-ket, 
His  nearest  kinsman  and  his  chief. 

•'Thou  hast  called  me  from  the  mountains, 

Where  alone  in  awful  might 
I  held  commune  with  strange  spirits, 

That  must  ever  shun  the  light; 
At  thy  bidding,  In-cow-mas-ket, 

I  come  with  strength  and  power; 
I  will  struggle  with  the  foul  one 

And  chase  the  clouds  that  lower 


ao 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Thickly,  darkly,  o'er  Hosachtem. 
Keep  thou  thy  skins  and  blankets 

Keep  thou  thy  horses,  keep  thy  kine; 
Naught  ask  I,  do  not  think  it: 

My  chief,  my  labor  it  is  thine." 

Like  a  panther  Cos-o-tasket 

Lightly  on  Hosachtem  springs, 
And  he  tears  away  the  foul  one 

That  tight  to  Hosachtem  clings 
And  they  wrestle  and  they  struggle, 

And  they  stagger  round  and  round. 
And  they  strike  and  beat  each  other. 

Till  they  both  fall  on  the  ground 
Where  they  struggle  yet  more  fiercely. 

But  through  all  that  fearful  fight, 
Through  the  mad  exhausting  struggle, 

Doth  the  foul  one  shun  the  light 
From  the  eyes  of  Cos-o-tasket, 

Tor  there  lay  his  strength  and  power: 
With  his  dark  eyes  wildly  gleaming 
He  could  make  the  demons  cower. 
Thus  on  they  fiercely  struggled 

Through  all  the  day  and  through  the  night; 
And  brighter  as  they  struggled 

Beamed  the  baneful  burning  light 
From  the  eyes  of  Cos-o-task  t. 

The  foul  one  shrieked  in  anguish. 
Quick  as  he  caught  the  fearful  gleam. 
And  his  strength  began  to  languish; 
Then  he  lured  him  near  and  nearer 

To  the  embers  of  the  fire, 
Then,  whirling  like  a  whirlwind, 
With  his  aspect  stern  and  dire. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


II 


As  to  awe  the  fearless  doctor, 

Stooping,  raises  with  his  v'ngs 
The  hot  ashes  and  the  embers; 

Catching  Cos-o-tasket,  flings 
The  hot  dust  into  his  bright  eyes. 

So  quenching  the  flame  that  shone 
With  such  living  force  and  brightness. 

Making  the  foul  spirit  moan. 
Then  they  struggle  more  and  more. 

Till  brave  Cos-o-tasket  vanquished 
Sinks  exhausted  on  the  floor 

Of  In-cow-mas-ket's  dwelling. 


Then  cried  brave  Cos-o-tasket: 

"Oh,  my  kinsman,  oh,  m>  chief, 
J  am  beaten ,  I  am  vanquished , 

And  my  heart  is  sick  with  grief. 
I  have  struggled,  I  have  wrestled, 

I  have  striven  with  all  my  power 
To  avert  from  young  Hosachtem 

The  sad  agonizing  hour, 
That  shall  free  his  youthful  spirit 

From  the  form  that  holds  it  now; 
But  the  great  Father  hath  spoken. 

And  to  him  we  all  must  bow . 
He  alone  can  tame  this  foul  one. 

Alone  can  give  the  power 
That  can  drive  him  from  Hosachtem 

And  avert  the  dreadful  hour. 
When  thou  called  me  from  the  mountains 

And  the  caves  so  dark  and  dim, 
I  heard  the  call,  I  lingered  not, 

But  I  came  in  hopes  to  win 
The  fierce  fight  against  the  foul  one. 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Yet  who  living  can  withstand 
The  Great  Father?  for  the  foul  one 

Now  but  fulfills  his  great  command. 
Now  return  I  to  the  mountains, 

I  return  now  to  the  caves, 
To  hold  commune  with  the  spirits 

That  at  midnight  leave  their  graves." 

Sternly  winter  cometh,  riding 
On  the  whirlwind's  biting  blast; 
Nature,  shivering,  draws  her  mantle 
Of  the  softest  whitest  down 
Closer  o'er  her  freezing  bosom; 
Softly  sweet  sleep  overpowers  her 
Nestling  'neath  its  kindly  folds; 
Although  natnre  is  but  sleeping 
One  might  almost  deem  her  dead, 
And  in  spotless  snow  enshrouded. 

Through  the  drear  cold  days  of  winter 
The  young  Hosachtem  dying  lay, 
And  so  worn  and  wasted  was  he 
That  scarcely  looked  he  like  a  child. 
Sem-min-at-coe  watched  beside  him; 
And  the  sorrowing  ohl  grandsire 
Tried  to  cheer  them  with  his  singing, 
Though  his  voice  was  weak  and  wavering; 
He  sang  them  stories  of  his  youth. 

"Inimanchute  in  huntinsj  grizzly 
Once  was  wounded  sorely,  sorely. 
It  was  when  men  bad  no  muskets. 
And  he  took  hn,  bow  and  arrows. 
And  chased  the  grizzly  to  his  den 
In  the  rugged  Cascade  mountains. 


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IN-COW-MAS  KET. 


|1  ! 


■''  1 


When  be  shot  him  with  his  arrows, 

Then  the  fierce  grizzly  stood  at  bay, 

Loudly  roaring  reared  upon  him 

And  threw  him  bleeding  to  the  ground. 

But  firmly  against  his  body 

Closely  he  held  his  keen  edged  knife, 

Till  he  sheathed  it  in  the  grizzly — 

Aye,  sheathed  it  in  his  very  heart. 

"While  the  grizzly  closely  hugged  him 

And  the  warm  blood  spouted  o'er  him. 

Quickly  dying  the  fierce  grizzly 

Slowly  released  his  hold;  nothing 

More  could  he  remember  until 

His  kinsman  came,  and  back  into 

The  valley  bore  his  torn  battered 

Frame.     Long,  long  be  lay  in  anguish; 

Much,  much  he  longed  for  death;  but  time. 

Time  and  tender  nursing  healed  him." 


Softly  sang  he  of  a  maiden: 
"Fair,  fair  was  Cat-lem-ten-nac, 
Who  roamed  from  her  father's  camp 
And  went  in  search  of  berries; 
She  lingered  and  she  lingered. 
Still  she  lingered  all  that  day; 
At  evening  she  relumed  not, 
When  the  sun  was  in  the  west. 
At  morning  she  returned  not, 
When  the  sun  was  in  the  east. 
Her  people  vainly  sought  her: 
They  sought  her  in  the  mountains. 
They  sought  her  in  the  prairie , 
And  they  sought  her  in  the  woods; 
Never,  never  more  they  saw  her. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

For  while  far  she  thoughtleaj  roved 
Away  from  the  encampment, 
The  Great  Souie-ap-poo  came, 
And  took  away  the  maiden. 
And  they  saw  her  ne'er  again!" 

And  he  sang  of  a  strange  river: 

"Midst  our  mountains  is  a  river 

That  no  man  alive  hath  seen; 
Still  among  the  rugged  mountains 

It  pours  forth  its  turgid  stream, 
And  it  flasheth  and  it  dasheth. 

And  it  raging  tears  its  way 
Through  those  dark  and  frowning  mountains 

Where  the  evil  spirits  stray. 
And  it  flasheth  and  it  dasheth , 

And  it  tears  down  a  ravine, 
And  across  a  little  plateau 

Danceth  like  a  bright  sunbeam. 
Close  to  the  verge  of  a  high  cliff 

"Where,  with  wild  and  whirling  roar. 
It  leaps  the  giddy  precipice, 

But  it  dasheth  on  no  more; 
For  it  sinketh,  ever  sinketh, 

Till  it  sinketh  to  a  fire, 
And  there  in  a  cloud  of  vapor 

That  mad  river  doth  expire. 
Once  that  old  man  saw  that  river. 

Madly  followed  down  its  stream 
Through  those  dark  and  frowning  mountains, 

Through  that  terrible  ravine. 
Right  across  that  little  plateau. 

Followed  to  the  frowning  height. 
The  abode  of  evil  spirits 


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IX-COW-MAS-KET. 


That  forever  shun  daylight; 
He  looked  on  the  whirling  water 

And  his  soul  was  filled  with  dread ; 
Then  bounding  quickly  up  the  pass 

Like  a  deer  he  wildly  fled." 

Then  he  told  them  how  it  happened, 
When  he  was  like  young  Hosachtem 
And  had  just  seen  twelve  winters'  snows, 
That  his  father  took  him  hunting; 
And  they  went  to  Ashenola, 
And  they  climbed  up  the  steep  sheep  hills 
To  the  grassy  wild  sheep  pasture; 
And  while  shooting  at  the  big  horn, 
Once  they  came  upon  a  black  bear, 
With  her  two  young  cubs  beside  her: 
Madly  they  chased  her  to  her  lair 
In  the  Ashenola  mountains. 
And  his  father's  arrows  struck  her 
And  when  they  wounded  her  to  death. 
He  with  his  long  strong  reata 
Bound  both  the  savage  little  cubs; 
Then  he  took  them  to  his  home, 
Where  for  many  months  he  kept  them. 
Until  they  grew  quite  tame;  then  they 
Broke  the  strong  reata,  swiftly 
Sought  they  their  native  wilds  again. 

Thus  the  old  man  sought  to  cheer  them 
And  strove  to  drive  sad  thoughts  away; 
But  Hosachtem  scarcely  listened. 
Scarcely  moved  he  his  large  dark  eyes 
From  the  sad  face  of  Pen-que-nac, 
Who  sadly  sat  beside  his  bed, 
Holding  close  their  infant  brother. 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

"Who  had  now  just  begun  to  talk 
And  had  learned  to  lisp  "Hosachtem," 
Whene'er  he  saw  the  dying  boy. 
Oh,  the  pity  'twas  to  see  him 
Lying  upon  his  little  bed, 
With  his  pinched  and  shrunken  features, 
And  with  his  large  black  lustrous  eyes 
Looking  out  from  hollow  sockets; 
Oh,  how  piteous  'twas  to  see  him. 
As  he  tossed  his  poor  wasted  form 
Restless  on  the  soft  warm  bearskins. 
As  he  listless  tossed  and  turned  him 
Upon  his  bed  of  skins,  he  would 
Entwine  his  poor  thin  fingers  through 
The  long  soft  silky  hair,  and  tear 
It  out  in  handfuls,  for  he  knew 
Not  what  he  did. 

And  thus  it  was 
Through  the  dreary  winter,  that 
The  young  Hosachtem  dying  lay; 
And  now  overcome  by  sorrow 
Sadly  the  grandsire  bowed  his  head. 
For  sorely  his  heart  was  troubled 
With  pity  for  his  piteous  plight. 

Now  on  sunbeams  slow  descending 
Smiling  cometh  gentle  spring. 
Softly  lifts  the  snowy  mantle 
Covering  nature's  frozen  form 
Bids  her  bathe  her  in  the  sunshine, 
Her  bright  tresses  gaily  bind; 
Bids  her  deck  herself  with  flowers. 
Then  breathing  balmy  zephyrs 
Spring  passeth  gaily  through  the  land. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Brooks,  bursting  their  icy  chains, 
In  her  pathway  murmur  loudly. 
The  blue  grouse  drums  a  welcome, 
And  the  prairie  chicken  flutters 
From  its  winter's  nest  of  snow. 
And  the  scented  elder  catkins 
Fling  their  perfume  on  the  breeze. 
Drinking  in  the  gentle  showers. 
The  slow  swelling  buds  have  burst 
Forth  from  out  their  winter  prison. 

The  worn  spirit  of  Hosachtem, 

Now  wearied  out  with  tears  and  pain. 

Burst  forth  from  out  its  cumb'ring  clay, 

Left  its  cell  of  pain  and  anguish. 

And  soar'd  to  realms  beyond  men's  ken. 

Then  his  parents,  left  in  sorrow, 

Felt  all  the  woe  of  bitter  grief. 

Much ,  much  they  missed ,  they  mourned  for 

him. 
They  bore  him  to  their  burial  place 
And,  mourning,  laid  him  in  the  tomb. 
Then  they  left  his  dust  to  mingle 
With  the  dust  of  his  forefathers. 

Where's  the  sorrow  like  the  sorrow 
That  the  poor  crushed  heart  breaking  feels, 
When  the  form  once  loved  and  cherished 
Is  lonely  mouldering  in  the  tomb; 
And  on  earth  no  more  we  see  it, 
Nor  hear  again  the  much  loved  voice 
That  once  made  our  sweetest  music? 
Sem-mia-at-coe's  heart  felt  breaking, 
When  sadly  she  left  the  silent 
Tomb  where  Hosachtem  lay  at  rest. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


In  dreamless  sleep  beside  his  sires. 
Kind  Pin-que-nac  led  her  mother 
Sorrowing,  grieving,  to  her  home.       ' 
Her  torn  heart  was  full  of  anguish; 
In  the  day  she  ever  saw  him 
Low  lying  on  his  couch  of  pain; 
Ever  heard  his  sad  voice  calling, 
"Oh,  save  me,  mother,  I  would  stay." 
Through  her  midnight  dreams  he  floated, 
Now  an  infant,  and  now  a  child; 
Happy,  joyfully  he  sported 
And  looking  at  her  sweetly  smiled. 


II. 

QUII^-IS-COE. 


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QUIN=IS-COi£. 


PART   I. 

AH,  what  aileth  our  hunter  Quin-is-ooe, 
And  wherefore  blanched  is  tlieclieekof  ourcliief? 
Ilast  thou  come  from  the  Mountain  Ciiippaco, 
Snow-crowned  Chippaco,  the  bearer  of  clouds?" 

"I  have  come  from  the  Mountain  Chippaco, 
Snow-crowned  Chippaco  that  beareth  the  clouds. 
I've  seen  things  that  are  frightful  and  awesome, 
I've  seen  strange  things  that  I  dare  not  repeat." 

"Why,  what  fearest  our  hunter  Quin-is-coe, 

And  is  there  aught  that  thou  darest  not  repeat? 

We  know  fear  to  thy  heart  is  a  stranger. 

Is  it  for  us  that  thou  fearest,  O  chief? 

Oh,  distrust  not  thy  kinsmen,  Quin-is-coe, 

Their  hearts  are  as  stout,  aye,  as  stout  as  thine  own; 

Tell  them  wherefore  their  chief  is  affrighted, 

Thou,  chief,  that  huntest  the  grizzly  alone. 

Quickly  tell  us,  thou  hunter  Quin-is-coe. 

Fain  from  thy  heart  would  we  drive  out  thy  fear, 

As  the  rushing  winds,  rising  tumultuous, 

Drive  off  dark  clouds  from  the  face  of  the  moon." 

"Ah,  I  have  hunted  the  grizzly  alone, 
With  my  sharp  knife  have  I  slain  him  alone; 
Why,  say,  why,  then,  should  men  call  me  coward? 
Will  you  hear  me — hear  me,  my  kinsmen  and  friends, 
Will  you  hear  me  and  not  mock  at  my  fears? 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


I 


'Twns  last  night  I  encamped  on  the  mountain, 

Snow-crowncd  Chippaco,  the  bearer  of  clouds. 

Just  at  sunset  I  slew  a  callowna, 

At  night  I  slept  in  her  yet  bloody  hide; 

My  tired  horse  I  tied  trembling  beside  mo, 

For  he  liked  not  the  fresh  smell  of  the  blood; 

And  the  bear's  flesh  was  piled  up  between  us, 

I  sought  to  guard  it  from  fierce  mountain  wolves. 

Black  and  weird  looked  the  dark  mountain  shadows 

Against  the  pale  light  of  the  moon;  neither 

That  nor  the  fierce  wolves  howling  could  fright  me. 

1  slept; — I  slept,  but  was  wakened  too  soon. 

I  started,  yet  whai    vaked  me  I  know  not; 

But  my  good  horse  snorted  sudden  and  loud, 

And  breaking  his  reatas  leaped  o'er  me, 

And  trembling  sped  with  the  speed  of  the  wind. 

My  first  thought  was  to  follow,  but  near  me 

There  stood  a  form  that  was  awesome  and  grim. 

Souie  Appoo,  the  spirit  of  evil, 

"Was  devouring — was  tearing  my  bear's  meat, 

And  he  laughed  as  he  tore  it  limb  from  limb. 

Then  close  wrapped  I  the  bear's  skin  around  me, 

And  each  quick  beat  of  my  heart  sounded  loud. 

A  thick  mist  seemed  to  gather  around  me, 

And  just  then,  methinks,  methinks  that  I  died. 

But  soon  life  again  quickened  within  me, 

And  trembling  once  more  I  arose  and  looked, 

Fearing  to  see  him;  but,  no!  he  had  gone, 

The  great  Souie  Appoo  had  gone — had  gone; 

And  with  him  had  taken  all  my  bear's  meat. 

Then,  half  dead,  I  descended  the  mountain. 

Snow-crowned  Chippaco,  that  beareth  the  clouds, 

The  dread  home  of  the  great  Souie  Appoo. 

Weary,  on  foot,  I  have  travelled  thus  far; 


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QUIN-I8-COE. 

My  poor  horse,  too,  is  lost  on  the  mountain, 
Snow-crowned  Chippaco,  the  bearer  of  clouds. 
Say,  then,  wherefore  should  men  call  me  coward? 
And  you,  why  shame  ye  with  insult  your  chief?" 

Tough  and  strong  is  tlie  bow  of  (iuin-is-coe, 

Of  hard  mountain  spruce  it  is  made;  'tis  tipped 

With  the  horns  of  a  wild  goat,  glossy  and  black — 

In  the  suaahine  they  glitter  reflective. 

The  bow  of  Quin-is-coe  is  bound  with  snake  skin, 

Even  the  skin  of  the  fell  rattlesnake 

Is  wrapped  round  and  round  tiuin-is-coc's  strong  bow. 

For  a  charm  to  keep  off  harm  from  our  chief. 

His  aged  grandsire  hath  taught  him  the  spell. 

Of  twisted  deer's  sinew  hath  Quin-is-coe 

Made  a  strong  string  for  his  magical  bow; 

Its  twang  is  as  one  singing  sweet  music; 

In  his  ear  its  singing  is  sweeter  far 

Than  the  summer  south  wind  softly  sighing. 

Straight  and  swift  are  his  sharp  barbed  arrows. 

Keenly  they  are  pointed,  deadly  the  barb. 

The  barb  of  flint  for  him  prepared,  at  night, 

"When  the  young  moon  in  crescent  ariseth. 

By  his  grandsire,  who  in  such  things  is  wise. 

With  his  keen  arrows  hath  Quin-is-coe  pierced 

The  heart  of  the  great  eagle,  as  upward 

He  soared  in  the  sky,  to  meet  the  bright  sun. 

With  his  deadly  arrows  hath  he  struck  down 

The  enche-chim,  as  boldly  he  leaped  forth 

From  out  the  dark  woods  of  pine,  on  his  prey. 

The  skumahist  and  the  fierce  cal-low-na 

Have  both  fallen  prone  before  the  arrows 

Of  Quin-is-coe;  yet  now  even  his  bow 

Is  powerless,  for  where  is  the  keen  arrow 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

That  can  pierce  the  evil  Souie  Appoo? 
Yet  strong,  stronpf  id  the  heart  of  Quin-is-coe, 
Strong,  strong  is  the  heart  of  the  hunter  chief; 
Brave  and  strong  are  the  hearts  of  his  kinsmen , 
His  warriors  an"!  friends;  and  loudly  tL:y  cry: 

"We  will  go  to  the  mountain  Chippaco — 
Aye,  we  will  go  with  Quin-is-coe,  our  chief, 
To  search  for  the  great  Souie  Appoo;  we  will 
Bind  him  with  ropes  and  reatas;  we  will 
Drag  him  along  at  our  feet — yes,  at  our  feet!" 

"Oh,  list,  list  to  thy  grandsire,  Quij-is-ooe; 
List  to  the  words  of  the  man  nliu  is  wise; 
Seek  ye  not  the  high  snow-crown'd  Chippaco, 
Chippaco,  mountain  of  wonder  and  dread; 
Oh,  search  not  fcr  the  great  Souie  Appoo, 
Who  maketh  on  that  dread  mountjin  his  bed." 

Ah,  vain,  vain  is  the  warning  they  heed  not; 
Alas!  they  heed  not  ;he  words  that  are  wisel 
They  have  taken  their  bows  and  their  arrows, 
They  have  taken  their  ropes  and  reatas! 
And  they  mock  at  the  great  Souie  Appoo; 
Gaily  they  mock  him  as  onward  they  go. 
Yes,  they've  gone  to  the  mountain  Chippaco, 
Snow-crowned  Chippaco,  the  bearer  of  clouds. 
They  will  search  for  the  great  Souie  Appoo, 
And  then,  mayhap,  they  will  find  him  asleep. 
Hal  tbey  will  drag  him  in  bound  at  their  feet, 
Yes,  they  will  drag  him  in  bound  at  their  feet. 

Now  the  storm  rageth  fierce  on  the  mountain 
Chippaco,  mountain  of  wonder  and  dread; 
And  louc'  echoes  the  terrible  thunder, 


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Lurid  flames  leap  from  the  curtain  of  clouds 

That  envelop  the  wonderful  mountain. 

But  naught  daunteth  the  soul  of  Quin-is-coe, 

And  his  brave  kinsmen  care  not  for  the  storm; 

They  have  climbed  up  uhe  mountain  Chippaco 

And  they  have  pierced  through  the  gloom  of  the  clouds; 

Up  above  them  the  sunshine  is  streaming, 

And  down  below  them  the  ibunder  is  loud, 

"Why,  what  aileth  our  hunter  Quin-is-coe? 
And  why  thus  blancheth  the  cheek  of  our  chief? 
Hush!  hush!  there  is  the  great  Souie  Appool 
Hush!  look  yonder,  where  he  lieth  asleep. 
Yes,  asleep  on  the  mountain  Chippaco. 
See,  Lis  huge  form  is  stretched  on  the  mountain; 
Hark!  hark  his  breathing  so  laboured  and  loud; 
His  black  face  is  upturned  to  the  sunshine." 

Yes — see,  there  on  the  mountain  Chippaco 

He  lieth  unconscious,  asleep.     His  foes 

Shout  aloud  with  derision  and  laughter. 

And  quickly  forward  to  sieze  him  they  leap; 

Then  they  bind  him  with  ropes  and  reatas. 

Then  tight  tliey  bind  him  with  thongs  made  of  bide. 

Souie  Appoo  awakens,  he  sneezeth; 

Slowly  he  stretcheth  his  long,  hairy  limbs. 

See,  they  take  up  their  bows  and  their  arrows. 

And  their  sharp  darts  fly  as  thick  as  the  hail, 

And  they  strike  on  the  great  Souie  Appoo, 

But  like  hail  from  a  rock,  back  tliey  rebound. 

Ah,  vain,  vain  are  tlieir  bows  and  their  arrows. 

Great  Souie  Appoo  hath  opened  his  eyes. 

Then  they  jump  on  the  great  form  before  them 

And  they  cling  to  his  long,  silky,  black  hair; 


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li  "-. 


He  yawneth,  and  half  sleeping  he  riseth; 

Eopts  and  reatai  are  snapped  like  a  thread. 

The  nen  that  clung  to  his  long,  silky  curls — 

Ah,  ah,  he  lifted  them  up  with  his  head. 

Loosirg  their  hold  they  roll  off  him,  trembling 

They  'all  to  the  ground,  and  Souie  Appoo 

In  sccirn  shaketh  his  black,  silky  ringlets; 

His  ttocking  laugh  peals  out  scornful  and  loud. 

Then  Quin-is-coe  would  fain  have  pursued  him ; 

But,  lol  he  hid  in  a  dark,  thunder  cloud 

And  mingled  'vith  the  thunder  his  laughter 

Broke  loudly  forth  from  the  dark,  threatening  cloud. 

Quickly  fly  t>iey  the  mountain  Chippaco, 

Snow-crowned  Chippaco  that  beareth  the^^clouds; 

Quickly  fly  they  the  great  Souie  Appoo 

Whose  mocking  laughter  is  scornful  and  loud. 


PART  n. 

A  wail  is  rising  from  the  dark  valley, 

And  as  it  ariseth  and  ascendeth 

The  mountains,  it  swelleth  louder,  louder! 

The  voices  of  nature  wake  and  echo 

The  lament,  and  the  wooded  mountain  slopes 

Join  in  the  wailing  chorus.     The  chill  winds 

Of  night  moan  sadly  through  the  straight,  dark  pines; 

The  flitting  shnee-nas  raise  their  doleful  cry, 

"Poora-papoom-poom!"     The  enche-chim,  listening 

In  his  deep  lair,  howls  in  concert.     Harken! 

What  saith  the  hooting  shnee-na  in  the  dark, 

Gloomy  wood;  what  answeretli  his  mate  in 

The  valley,  as  she  resteth  on  the  pole 


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QUIN-IS-COE. 

Of  Quin-is-coe's  lodge?    "Poom-pa-poom-poom!" 

List,  the  sbnce-na  in  the  wood  is  saying, 

"I  come  for  you,  I  come  for  you!"     His  male 

In  the  valley  repeats,  "I  come  for  you!" 

The  Indians  collected  round  Quin-is-coe's  lodge,  sing  low. 

A  sad,  low,  wailing  chant  are  they  singing.     "He  is  goirjg, 

He  is  going;  the  brave,  the  mighty,  is  going  from  us. 

From  amongst  us  is  he  going,  whither  his  father  went. 

more,  no  more  shall  our  mighty  hunter  go  forth  with  his 
Swift  arrows  and  his  bow,  with  his  sharp  knife  and  with  his 

spears. 
No  more.    Ah!  no  more  shall  he  pursue  the  great  callowna. 
Pursue  the  great  callowna  even  to  her  mountain  den. 
No  more,  no  more,  shall  his  gleaming  arrow  cleave  the  clear 

air. 
As  swiftly  it  wingeth  its  way  to  the  callowna's  heart! 
No  more,  no  more,  shall  his  knife  be  reddened  with  her  life 

blood . 
Ah !  no  more  shall  he  bring  home  the  spoils  to  feast  his  children , 
And  soft,  soft  skins  to  make  a  warm  bed  for  the  stranger  guest! 
The  griz.'^l}-  riay  roam  free,  and  her  cubs  frolic  around  her 
For  hr>    -'at  -ilp.w  them  deparleth,  and  our  mighty  hunter 
Goeth   '-:   ^.\  it  hunt  in  far  hunting  grounds  that  we  knownot. 
The  b^■.i   ^;-  .•  -.  aen  he  cometh — who  shall  make  him  a  soft  bed, 
Who  shall  t.'?   b'>*ore  him  a  repast,  who  shall  hunt  liim  game? 
For  he  whose  kind  heart  warmed  toward  him,  will  soon  lie 

ice  cold. 
Quin-is-coe,  ah,  Quin-is-coe,  why  leavest  thou  thy  children! 


"Whatsaith  thy  sister,  what  saith  the  wise  one,  Cumme-tat-coe? 
Bring  hither  the  Pinto  mare, — the  Pinto  mare  of  your  chief, 
Bri  '  .  hither  the  steed  most  loved  by  my  brother,  (^uin-is-coe 
B;   il.  nj\  her  back  a  saddle,  i)ut  a  bridle  in  her  mouth. 
Put  >)n  hei  the  saddle  and  bridle  of  our  Quin-is-coe; 


IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


Take  ye  good  heed  the  reina  hang  loose,  and  tie  ye  fast  her 

colt, 
Tie  her  colt  fast  near  the  lodge  of  my  brother  Quin-ls-coe! 
Now  lead  forth  the  mare,  lead  forth  the  mare  and  let  her  go 

free. 
Lo!  if  she  travel  up  the  valley  toward  t^  i        ne 
Then  will  our  Qiiin-is-coe  live— your  mucl.        ed  chief  shall 

not  die. 
If  she  travel  down  the  valley  toward  the  sunset,  then 
He  dieth  with  the  sun,  Quin-is-coe  dieth  with  the  sun!! 
Haste!  haste!  lead  forth  the  mare,  lead  the  Pinto  forth,  lead 

her  forth." 


II 


The  mare  is  led  forth.  See,  Quin-is-coe's  saddle  is  girthed  on; 
His  bridle  is  placed  in  her  mouth,  and  her  colt  is  tied  fast. 
The  colt  is  tied  fast  by  the  lodge  of  Quin-is-coe  the  chief. 
Kiwas,  Kiwas,  his  own  son,  leadeth  her  on  to  the  road. 
Alas!  alas!  see,  see  now  she  turneth  down  the  /alley. 
She  foUoweth  the  darkness.     Quin-is-coe,  ah,  Quin-is-coe, 
Why  leavest  thou  thy  children  thus  in  mourning  and  sadness? 
Never  again  shalt  thou  bend  thy  strong  bow.     Never  again 
Shall  thy  swift  arrows  wing  the  morning  air.     In  still  silence 
Shall  they  lie  by  thy  side,  and  thou,  and  thou,  mighty  hunter? 
Cold  in  the  dust  slialt  thou  lie,  Quin-is-coe;  tih,  Ciuin-is-coe, 
Never  more  shall  thy  children  behold  thee,  their  kind  father. 

Who  comelh  riding  up  through  the  gloom  and  darkness  of 

night? 
His  jaded  horse  reeketh  and  snorteth  forth  columns  of  steam. 
Whence  comest  thou,  whence  comest  thou,  O  rider  of  the 

night, 
Whence  comest  thou  thus  from  out  the  thick  gloom  and  black 

darkness? 


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QUIN-IS-COE. 

"I  come  from  the  Loo-loo-hoo-loo,  from  the  Loo-loo-hoo-loo, 
Where  the  red  earth  soundeth  hollow  under  my  horse's  hoofs; 
From  a  strange  place,  a  place  of  many  wonders  am  I  come. 
Hard,  hard  have  I  ridden,  and  weary  is  my  panting  horse. 
His  sides  heave  and  the  foam  flieth  from  liis  mouth  like  snow- 

flakes. 
Swift,  swift  have  X  come;  far  have  I  come  to  save  Quin-is-coe, 
Even  to  wrestle  with  the  evil  spirit,  the  Foul  One 
That  hath  fastened  on  his  vitals  and  devoureth  his  life. 
I  will  wrestle,  and  if  I  prevail  he  shall  flee  away— 
Quin-is-coe  shall  recover,  life  shall  be  his.     Strong  am  I, 
Strong  and  of  great  power.    Bring  forth  the  chief,  aye,  bring 

him  forth, 
The  mighty  hunter,  the  slayer  of  bears;  bring  him  forth  now. 
Even  on  the  couch  whereon  he  lieth." 

Ha!  what  saith  Scuse? 

Whatsaith  the  mighty  doctor?     Bring  him  forth,  bear  him 

gently, 
Lay  him  near  the  fire;  pile  on  the  pitch  wood,  aye,  make  it 

blaze; 
More!  more!  make  it  blaze,  make  it  blaze,  and  make  the  dark- 
ness light. 
What  strange  thing  appeareth?     It  hath  the  beak  of  an  eagle. 
It  hath  the  claws  of  a  bear,  round  its  body  is  the  hide 
Of  a  buffalo,  round  its  neck  a  necklet  of  dried  toads, 
Its  waist  is  girt  with  a  dead  rattlesnake.— Ah,  what  is  it? 
Who  is  it?     It  is  Scuse,  the  mighty  doctor,  the  great  Scuse. 
With  the  eagle's  beak  he  will  peck— he  will  peek  out  the  eyes 
Of  the  evil  Foul  One;  with  the  bear's  claws  will  he  tear  him; 
With  tiie  toads  will  he  make  him  groan;  with  the  dead  rattle- 
snake 
Will  he  cause  him  to  writhe  in  great  anguish.  Who  is  so  strong 
To  fight  with  the  Foul  One,  as  Scuse  the  wise  one,  the  strong 
one? 


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IX-COW-MAS-KET. 

Hal  see,  see  how  be  danceth!     Ha!  list,  list  how  he  singeth! 
Oh,  barken  now  to  the  song  he  singeth,  as  he  drawetb 
The  Foul  One,  the  evil  one,  from  our  hunter  Quin-is-coe. 

"Hither,  come  hither,  thou  Evil  One 
That  drawetb  the  life  from  Quin-is-coe. 
Hither,  come  hither  now,  thou  Foul  One, 
And  fight  with  me,  even  with  me,  Scuse, 
Lo  I,  Scuse  the  doctor,  defy  thee. 
Come  now,  come,  let  us  fight  and  wrestle, 
Our  prize  is  the  life  of  Quin-is-coe." 

Ah,  see,  see  how  Scuse  danceth ;  ah,  list,  list  now  how  he 

singeth  I 
Ha!  be  drawetb  the  Foul  One,  the  evil  one,  from  our  chief. 
Even  Quin-is-coe.     Ha!  he  lureth  him  on  to  the  fight. 
As  the  Evil  One  relinquishetb  bis  hold  of  our  chief 
He  sitteth  up  and  with  eyes  starting  he  watcb«^th  the  conflict. 
See.  see  how  tbey  struggle;  round  and  round  they  roll,  they 

stagger. 
Over  tbey  roll  on  to  the  ground — Scuse  the  strong  one 
And  the  Evil  One.     Ab,  hal  how  they  battle  together. 
Scuse  pecketh  him  with  the  eagle's  beak;  lo,  he  teareth  bim. 
With  the  bear's  claws  teareth  be  him;  he  groaneth  in  anguish 
For  tbe  dry  toads;  he  suffers  agony  for  tbe  fell  snake. 
But  vain,  vain,  all  is  in  vain;  tbe  Evil  One  is  too  strong 
For  Scuse  tbe  mighty  doctor,  he  seizeth  Scuse  by  tbe  throat 
And  tbey  struggle,  they  wrestle.    Scuse  the  strong  one  grows 

weaker; 
Ab,  be  staggers,  be  reels.    Ab!  ah!  be  falls — senseless  lie  falls! 
The  Strong  One,  tbe  doctor,  lietb  vanquished  on  tbe  cold 

ground. 
Tbe  Foul  One  darteth  to  Quin-is  coe  and  holdeth  bim  fast. 
As  be  clutcbetb  bim,  lo!  Quin-is-coe  falletb  as  one  dead! 


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QUIN-If  -  (JOE. 


Wail,  Cumrae-tat-coe;  wail,  Pile-hat-coe;  wail  and  lament; 

Lament  for  Ihy  brotherl     See,  the  sun  riseth:  it  riseth. 

But  never  more,  never  more  shall  Quin-is-coe  see  it  rise; 

When  it  dieth  he  shall  die.     Lol  Scuse  riseth;  he  speaketh. 

Hear  his  words  of  anguish:     "Hard  have  I  fought  with  the 
P'oul  One, 

Long  have  I  fought,  but  my  sLrength  hath  failed  me,  1  am 

vanquished . 
He,  the  Foul  One,  is  mightier  than  I,  Souse,  the  wise  one. 
Lol  now  am  I  vanquished,  Quin-is-coe  dieth  with  the  sun. 
Go,  go  gather  in  the  horses,  send  off  the  messengers. 
Even  the  messengers  of  death;  let  them  ride  quickly  forth 
Up  the  valley,  down  the  valley,  and  hither  and  thither; 
Let  them  seek  out  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe,  bid  them  say, 
'He  is  dying,  he  is  dead;  lo!  he  dieth  with  the  sun. 
Come  ye,  feast  at  his  funeral;  come,  lay  him  in  the  earth; 
Come,  lay  your  mighty  chief  to  rest  with  tears  and  many 

sighs. 
Cumme-tat-coe  bids  ye  come;  Pile-hat-coe  bids  ye  come; 
They  make  ready  the  feast,  the  funeral  feast,  even  now.' 
Haste,  Kiwas;  haste,  Lucca:  haste,  Owla;  and  haste,  Yahoolo; 
Mount,  mount  and  ride  swiftly,  draw  not  your  bridle,  slack 

not  speed , 
Till  all  are  warned,  till  all  are  bidden  come  to  the  death 
feast.  " 


How  they  fly  up  and  down  the  valley,  hither  and  thither; 
Swift,  swiftly  they  fly,  seeking  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe. 
Hew  down  the  trees,  let  the  forest  resound  with  your  axes; 
Hew  down  the  pitch  pine  to  make  a  great  blaze;  bring  in  the 

wood; 
More,  bring  in  more,  bring  in  much  game.     Come,  come, 

I repare,  prepare; 
See,  the  sun  declineth,  breatheth  the  mighty  hunter  yet. 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 


It 


Hush,  step  soft,  step  softly.     Ah,  lie  liveth:  yet  he  breatheth. 
Throw  a  buffalo  robe  over  him,  cover  up  his  head  I 
For  hii  sister,  the  wise  woman,  Cumme-lat-coe,  hath  said: 
"He  dieth  with  the  sun."  Scuse,  the  mighty  doctor,  hath  said: 
•'He  dieth  with  the  sun."  See,  see,  he  moveth,  he  struggleth. 
Pile  more  robes  over  him,  more,  more.     Is  it  meet  ye  watch 

him 
In  his  last  struggle  with  the  Foul  One?     More  robes,  pile 

more  on . 
See,  see  the  sun  sinketh  lower  and  lower!     Wail,  children; 
Wail,  children  of  (^uin-is-coe,  the  sun  is  set!  he  is  dead! 
Shear  your  locks,  ye  children  of  Quin-is-coe!     Cumme-tat-coe 
And  Pile-hat-coe,  shear  your  long  tresses!     Pluck  out  your 

beards 
And  your  eyebrows,  ye  warriors  and  servants  of  (^uin-is-coe. 
Blacken  your  faces  that  they  may  reflect  your  gloomy  hearts. 
AVail,  wail  and  lament,  he  is  dead,  he  has  gone  forth  from  us. 


THE  BURIAL. 

Fast,  fast  are  thej'  coming;  fast  they  come  from  up  the  valley. 
From  down  the  valley,  from  hither  and  thither  ride  they  in; 
From  over  the  mountain  come  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe. 
Wherefore  come  ye  in  such  hot  haste;  why  ride  ye  in  the  night, 
In  the  gloom  and  black  darkness,  ye  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe? 
"We  were  bidden  come  to  the  feast;  even  to  the  last  feast 
Of  our  kinsmen,  chief,  and  mighty  hunter,  were  we  bidden. 
We  come  to  lay  him  to  rest  with  many  sighs,  and  to  mourn 
With  Cumme-tat-coe,  to  mourn  with  Pile-hat-coe,  we  come." 

Kindle  many  fires,  pile  on  the  pitch  wood,  make  it  blaze; 


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QUIN-IS-COE. 

Quick,  make  a  bright  blaze  to  light  up  the  darkness  of  the 

night. 
Spread  out  the  feast,  the  death  feast  for  the  kinsmen  of  Quin- 

is-coe. 
Bring  forth  the  corpse;  aye,  bring  forth  the  mighty  hunter, 

our  chief; 
Even  on  the  couch  whereon  he  lieth  cold,  bring  him  forMiI 
Why  liest  thou  so  still,  mighty  chief?  why  mov'st  thou  not? 
Calm  is  thy  brow  and  steadfast,  still  and  motionless  thy 

breast; 
Thy  bright  eagle  eye  we  see  not,  and  silent  is  thy  tongue; 
Thy  buckskin  shirt  is  rich  with  bright  beads  of  many  colors; 
Thy  rich  fur  robe  is  very  soft  and  warm,  yet  ice  cold  art  thou; 
Thy  feet,  O  mighty  chief,  are  cased  in  buckskin  moccasins, 
Thickly  embroidered  with  the  quills  of  the  porcupine,  yet 
Standest  thou  not  on  thy  feet  to  welcome  thy  favored  guests. 
See,  thy  friends  make  ready  the  feast;  till  sunrise  they  revel. 
And  thy  portion  of  the  feast,  mighty  chief,  the  flames  de- 
vour it, 
The  fire  consumeth  it!     Bring  ye  rich  gifts,  bring  offerings 
To  the  mighty  chief;  cast  them  into  the  fierce  fire  quickly. 
Cast  them  into  the  bright  blaze,  let  fiery  flames  consume  them. 
Lead  out  the  horses  of  Quin-is-coe,  lead  them  round  the  corpse; 
Lead  them  again,  and  yet  again.  Speak,  speak,  Cumme-tat-coe, 
Speak,  Pile-hat-coe,  ye  sisters  of  the  mighty  chieftain: 
Who  shall  ride  Quin-is-coe's  horses?     Let  Kit-tu-la  take  ten, 
Let  Kiwas  take  ten,  let  Lucca  take  ten  and  Owla  ten; 
Let  the  remainder  be  driven  out  into  the  darkness; 
Let  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe  take  lassos  in  their  hands. 
Let  them  pursue  the  horses  through  the  darkness  of  the  night. 
That  which  they  capture  let  them  keep;  haste,  haste  ere  the 
day  dawn. 

Ah,  the  sun  riseth.  Wail,  children  c!  Quin-is-coe,  wail— wail! 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

What  saith  Scuse  the  Wise  One,  what  saith  the  mighty  doctor 

Scuse? 
Let  not  Syn-ke-lips  howl  over  hira  and  break  his  rest; 
Let  not  En-che-chim  disturb  him;  nor  the  Ska-loo- la 
Hoot  and  hover  near  the  grave  whore  our  chief  lieth  at  rest; 
In  peace  let  the  mighty  hunter  sleep,  while  we  still  sorrow. 

Thrice  hath  the  snow  fallen  on  the  grave  of  the  mighty  chief; 
Thrice  hath  it  melted  and  sunk  to  revivify  the  earth; 
Thrice  hath  the  service  berry  ripened  beneath  the  sun; 
Thrice  hath  the  Indian  gather'd  the  seeds  of  the  sunflower. 
Abundant  his  harvest,  contented  and  glad  hath  he  been. 
But  now  wliat  dark  cloud  ariaeth  to  dim  his  simple  joy? 
Why  whispereth  Owla;  why  shuddereth  Cumme-tat-coe; 
Why  trembleth  Pile-hat-coe,  as  they  gaze  in  terror  wild 
At  the  slender  crescent  of  the  new  moon?  Hush,  hush,  hearken; 
Owla  whispereth:     "Last  night  it  rose;  I  saw  it  rising 
Even  from  out  the  grave  of  our  dead  hunter  Quin-is-coe. 
Slowly  there  came  a  tall,  gaunt  thing,  a  form,  a  fearful  form; 
Lo I  it  whirled  and  it  twirled,  round  and  round,  with  many 

deep  sighs. 
And  with  wild  lamentable  cries  it  glided  up  the  valley. 
From  out  the  hollow  sockets  of  its  sightless  eyes  there  gleamed 
A  fearful  light;  from  out  its  fleahless  jaws  there  went  forth  Are; 
Aye,  fire  and  smoke.     And  1?  fear  dried  up  my  blood:  I 

trembled; 
My  heart  fluttered  like  a  snared  bird;  my  life  went  out;  I  died. 
For  a  time  I  died;  when  I  lived  again,  lo!  'twas  gonel" 

Nay,  nay,  my  Owla,  thou  did'st  dream;  and  when  thou  did'st 

awake , 
Lo!  thy  dream  had  vanished.     Laid  we  not  Quin-is-coe  to  rest 
With  sighs  and  many  tears,  in  the  grave  by  his  own  fathers? 
Ah,  list,  list,  Cumme-tat-coe;  ah,  list,  list,  Pile-hat-coe; 


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QUIN-IS-COE. 

Hush!  what  meaneth  that  knocking  against  tlie  walls  of  thy 

lodge? 
Why,  what  fearest  thou,  Owla?     'Tis  naught  but  the  wood- 
pecker 
Seeking  his  food.     List,  Cumme-tat-coe;  list,  Pile-hat-coe; 
Say  what  meanctli  that  scratching?     Ah,  what  meaneth  that 

rustling? 
Fear  not,  Owla;  'tis  naught  but  the  wood-rat  seeking  bis  food, 
Why  cling  Cumme-tat-coe  and  Pile-ha^coe  in  that 
Close  embrace;  and  why  croucheth  Owla  so  close  to  the  ground? 
It  cometh — it  cometh,  that  form  so  awesome,  so  lonesome; 
It  beareth  the  foul  fetid  odors  of  the  charnel  house, 
Clinging  to  its  mouldering  robes.     Ah,  those  eyes  of  horror, 
That  brsath  of  flame!    Tell  us  whence  comest  thou,  O  visitant 
From  another  world,  tell  wherefore  art  thou  disquieted, 
O  mighty  hunter?  why  flittest  thou  through  the  midnight 

gloom? 
Wherefore  seekest  thou  the  abode  of  man,  thou  that  dwellest 
In  another  world?  why  terriflest  thou  thy  kinimen? 
Threaten  us  not;  show  us  wherefore  thou  art  disquieted. 
Send  for  Scuse,  the  wise  one;  send  for  Scuse,  the  strong,  wise 

doctor. 
What  wouldst  thou,  Cumme-tat-coe;  what  wouldst  thou,  Pile- 
hat-coe; 
Ye  sisters  of  Quin-is-coe,  what  would  yfi  with  the  wise  Scuse? 
Spread  out  thy  mat,  0  doctor,  even  the  mat  whereunto 
Thou  beguilest  the  spirits  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 
Spread  out  thy  mat,  O  doctor;  spread  out  thy  mat,  0  Wise 
One. 

Whence  cometh  this  strange  being?  'Tis  not  a  man  nor  a  bear; 
Yet  hath  it  the  bead  and  skin  of  a  grizzly;  it  hath  feet 
And  arms  like  a  man.     Tell  us  who  art  thou,  whence  comest 
thou, 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

O  strange  being,  whence  comest  lliou?  It  is  Scuse,  the  doctor. 
Ah,  see,  see  liow  he  daneethl     Ah,  list,  list  how  he  singethl 
Oh,  list,  list  to  the  song  of  Scuse,  the  mighty  wise  doctor: 

SONG  OF  SCUSE. 

Mighty  chief,  what  grief  hath  raised  ye? 

Why  hast  left  the  silent  tomb 
Where  with  maay  sighs  wo  laid  ye, 

Sad  beneath  the  silent  moon? 


Wherefore  is  thy  rest  disturbed, 

Jlighty  hunter,  and  thy  shade 
Wandereth  alone  perturbed 

From  the  grave  our  hands  had  made? 

Hither,  hither,  come  ye  hither; 

We  thine  anger  would  appease: 
Tell  thy  griefs  in  voiceless  language, 

Like  the  whispering  of  the  breeze. 

Who  so  strong  as  Scuse,  the  wise  one,  to  battle  with  the  dead. 

See,  see  how  h    draweth  the  spirit  nearer  and  nearer; 

Ah,  how  they  struggle,  Scuse  the  wise  one,  and  the  shade  of 

the 
Departed;  Scuse  draweth  him  as  a  snared  bird,  even  as 
A  bird  with  a  noose  rouu.l  the  neck;  lo!  he  draweth  nearer, 
Nearer  he  cometh  still!     Ha,  ha!  he  is  safe  on  the  mat, 
The  mat  wherefrom  no  spirit  escapeth.     Ah,  why  dancest 
Thou  round,  mighty  doctor?  why  singest  thou  softly  and  low? 
"I  talk  with  a  spirit  departed,  with  the  shade  of  the 
Hunter,  our  chief;  and  he  answereth  in  language  that  voiceless; 
This  is  the  answer  he  giveth,  this  troubleth  our  chief:" 

"In  the  ground  am  I  laid  and  forgotten; 


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QUIN-IS-COE. 

My  memory  and  tteah  have  departed ; 
Because  I  am  not  none  tliinketli  of  mc; 
Other  men  ride  my  horses  and  saddles; 
My  dogs  follow  other  men  to  the  chase, 
And  my  sisters  have  ceased  to  lament  me." 

'•What  wouldst  thou,  O  being  departed — gifts  and  rich  offer- 
ings? 
Cumme-tat-coe  and  Pile-hat-coe,  thy  sisters,  never 
Can  cease  to  lament  thee.  Say  thou  but  a  word  and  'tis  done." 

"My  robes  are  all  must}'  and  mouldy 

With  the  must  and  the  mould  of  decay; 
No  feast  hath  been  held  in  my  honor, 

My  spirit  is  vexed  by  the  delay. 
Sec,  thou,  then,  that  this  wrong  is  righted; 

A  great  feast  let  m}-  sisters  prepare; 
Bid  thither  my  friends  and  my  kinsmen: 

I  in  spirit  will  also  be  there. 
Dig  open  the  tomb  where  ye  laid  me. 

And  ray  body  raise  up  from  its  hold; 
My  sisters,  prepare  me  new  garments, 

And  a  fur  robe  ray  body  enfold. 
Then  peace  to  ray  spirit  returning. 

My  dry  bones  restore  ye  to  the  earth ; 
No  more  shall  my  phantom  affright  ye. 

Never  more  shall  my  shade  mar  your  mirth." 

Gather  in  the  horses,  send  forth  the  messengers,  let  them 
Bid  all  the  kinsmen  of  (^uin-is-coe  to  the  feast  given 
In  honor  of  Quin-is-coe.     Aye,  let  them  bring  offerings 
And  many  gifts.     Let  them  open  up  the  grave  of  the  chief; 
Let  them  raise  up  the  mighty  dead  and  place  him  in  new,  clean 
Fur  robes;  let  them  bestow  on  him  much  honor,  and  again 


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IN-COW-MAS-KET. 

Lay  him  to  rest  with  many  sighs.     Haste,  haste,  messengers, 

haste! 
Ride  forth,  bid  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe  come  feast  with 
The  mighty  dead  and  perform  the  last  sad  funeral  rites, 
That  the  disquieted  spirit  may  calmly  rci.*^  in  peace. 

See,  see  how  their  horses  snort  and  prance;  see  how  they  shift 

and 
Stait.     Hag*e,  haste  3'e,  messengers,  mount  and  ride. 

OCf,  off  they  bound. 
On,  on  they  rush.     Ah,  how  madly  they  ride  up  the  valley, 
Down  the  valley,  hither  and  thither,  swiftly,  swiftly;  on, 
On  speed  the  messengers  to  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe. 

"Wherefore  come  ye  in  such  hot  haste,  ye  riders  of  the  night? 
Wherefore  come  ye  in  such  hot  haste  from  afar?" 

"We  comt  from 
Cumme-tat-coe,  from  Pile-hat-coe  are  we  come,  to  bid 
Ye  to  a  feast  in  honor  of  Quin-is-coe,  our  dead  chief. 
Scuse  the  wije  doctor  hath  said:  'Shall  Quin-is-coe,  the  mighty 
Hunter,  be  forgotten?  shall  his  merrory  and  his  flesh 
Perish  together?  shall  no  man  think  of  him  because  he 
Is  not?'    Come  raise  him  from  out  the  deep,  dark  house  where- 
in ye 
Laid  him  to  rest  with  many  sighs;  feast  ye  with  him  once  more, 
And  pay  him  much  honor.     Come  ere  the  moon  waneth;  come 

ere 
Three  suns  have  died ,  ye  kinsmen  of  our  dead  chief  Quin-is-coe." 

Whence  come  those  figures  flitting  about  in  the  gloom  of  the 
Night  over  the  grave  of  Quin-is-coe?     Are  they  Scalloolas, 
Are  they  P^n-che-chim?     Ah,  say  who  are  they,  say  what  are 

they? 
'Tis  the  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe!     Wherefore  come  ye  to  the 
Grave  of  the  great  chief?   Declare,  ye  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe. 


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qUIN-IS-COE. 


We  come  to  raise  the  mighty  dead,  to  place  him  in  fresh  robes, 
To  feast  with  him  once  more,  to  pay  much  honor  to  our  dead. 
List,  what  saith  Scuse,  the  wise  one,  the  strong  one?   Pluck 

grass,  I  say, 
Pluck  sweet  scented  grass;  stuff  it  in  your  ears,  and  your 

nostrils, 
Lest  ye  sicken  when  ye  smell  that  that  was  living,  and  is 
Dead.     Pluck  sweet  scented  grass  now,  ye  kinsmen  of  Quin- 

is-coe. 
Open,  open  the  house,  the  deep,  dark  house  wherein  ye  laid 
Our  chief  to  rest  with  tears  and  many  sighs.    Raise  up  the  dead, 
The  mighty  dead;  bear  him  to  the  lodge  of  Cumme-tat-coe 
And  Pile-hat-coe,  his  sisters.     Uncover,  uncover 
That  which  was  but  is  not  man;  look  on  all  that  remaineth 
All  that  remaineth  of  Quin-is-coe  your  chief,  the  hunter. 
What  saith  Scuse,  what  saith  the  wise  doctor?    List,  list,  ye 

kinsmen 
Of  Quin-is-coe,  hear  and  obey.     "Now  open  up  the  robe. 
Even  the  robe  whereon  lieth  that  that  once  was  your  chief. 
Let  each  kinsman  raise  a  bone,  even  a  bone  from  out  the 
Mass  of  corruption:  lay  it  on  the  robe,  the  new,  clean  robe 
Prepared  by  Cumme-tat-coe  and  Pile-hat-coe,  sisters 
Of  the  chief;  search  diligently,  leave  not  one  bone  behind; 
Raise  the  skull,  place  it  at  the  head  of  the  robe;  now  raise  the 
Rib  bones,  place  them  in  the  middle;  place  the  footbones  at  the 
Foot.     Search,  oh,  search  ye  diligently  amidst  that  that  was 
Mortal  living  tlesh,  but  is  not.     Search  ye  for  the  bones  of 
Quin-is-coe  your  chief.     Lay  his  bow  and  arrows  at  his  feei,, 
Put  his  sharp  knife  at  his  side;  lay  on  the  new  buckskin  shirt, 
The  shirt  rich  with  beads  of  many  colors.     Lay  it  upon 
The  bones.     Lay  a  pair  of  broidered  moccasins  at  his  feet, 
Moccasins  embroidered  with  the  quills  of  the  porcupine. 
List,  list  to  Scuse,  the  wise  one.     Wrap  the  chief  in  his  new 
robes 


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Tight,  wrap  him  tightly,  lay  him  in  the  midst,  gaze  3'e  on  him. 
List,  list  to  Scuse,  the  doctor.    Hither,  hither,  bring  hither 
The  robo  'r  '>m  whence  ye  took  the  bones  of  your  chief  Quin- 

is-coe. 
Quickly  bring  it  to  the  fire.    Aye,  bring  it  to  the  bright  blaze. 
Hither,  hither,  brin<r  liither  that  that  was  mortal  living 
Flesh,  but  is  not;  bring  hither  that  that  was  corruptible 
And  is  corrupt.     Lei;  fire  devour  it  and  flames  consume  it. 
Bring  hither  your  gifts  and  your  offerings  to  the  mighty 
Hunter;  let  the  fire  devour  and  let  the  flames  consume  them. 
Now  bring  hither  that  portion  of  the  feast  prepared  for  the 
Great  chief;  let  the  fire  devour  and  let  the  flames  consume  it. 
List,  list,  ye  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe,  list  to  Scuse  the  W5se. 
"Eat,  eat,  ye  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe,  make  merry  with  him 
Till  sunrise.     Dance  ye,  sing  ye,  ye  kinsmen  of  Quin-is-coe. 
Lo,  the  sun  ariseth.     Lift  up  the  mighty  hunter. 
Bear  him  with  many  sighs  to  his  place  of  rest;  let  him  sleep. 
Let  him  sleep  the  sleep  that  is  dreamless;  lay  him  in  the  deep, 
Dark  house  that  is  prepared  for  him;  throw  in  many  warm 

robes. 
Throw  on  the  earth.     Wail,  wail,  ye  children  of  Quin-is-coe, 

wail; 
Wail,  wail,  ye  that  are  his  kinsmen,  waill     Never  more  shall 

he 
Slay  the  cal-low-na;  in  silence  shall  he  rest  forever." 


NOTES. 
Quin-is-coe,  an  Indian  hunter  and  chief. 
Cumme-tat-coe,  his  sister. 
Pile-hat-coe,  his  sister. 
Scuse,  a  great  doctor. 
Shnee-na,  an  owl,  also  a  devil. 
En-che-chim,  a  wolf. 
Synkelips,  coyote. 
Skumahist,  black  bear. 
Callowna,  grizzly  bear. 


